Harrison is a dude. A bike-selling dude. The Bearded Salesmaster, they once called him. These days he's relinquished the face weeds for a more aerodynamic look that shouts "I'm into Black Flag and hardcore punk in general." During his tenure at NYCeWheels, Harrison has developed a lovable hardboiled quality to him. Gruff yet polite. Mothers-lock-up-your-daughters, yet excuse-me-Ms.-allow-me-to-get-the-door-for-you. Heavy metal and cordial handshakes. Harrison trains in jiu jitsu so that he can kick ass all of the time. No further lessons on etiquette, however, were deemed necessary. This guy knows his dessert fork from his salad fork. What a worldly dude! Except on select days, Harrison has begun to slip into the more hidden recesses of the shop. Autographs and pictures of you on his lap are still honored on any of the days that he can be found at the sales desk.